ok, i know you guys are gonna call me a dick rider and shit. but barnizzle, seriously, you have a gift man. if these really are just some throwawys shits and you really tryin to rap in real life, nigga i bet you cold with it. i see other posters hating about the gunplay and dope talk, but i think dude just is rapping life nigga. the rhymes are way too consistent...and, i caught some of the slick subliminals you was saying fam, so i feel you my negro. real nigga talk. there isnt a nigga in here matched you rhyme for rhyme yet.

as the world spins i still cant winBless the screens with the pestilence
my testament to repent for sins
fingertip type gems
soul controller, spit vicious sober or ginned
coldest posterstreet nigga settlin wit a fam, on foreign land
handle a beef war plans planned when i sleep
ralph lauren bags filled wit a hundred grand
Transformin gats, flip of the barrel rip thru ya van
lou the pharroh, baggy apperal'd, 45th hammer cocked back like bow and arrows
light at the end of the tunnel its cold and narrow
throw a prayer too god hopin he hear u

walk in my j's for a mile,
u'd...know it's a struggle to smile keeps me blunted and wild
as a youngin my style, was quite advanced runnin wit viles....
kept me wit, money in piles,
blood of a war vet..the son of his child
my jargon is idle, my brain is a bargain cuz this is a free on the net
i'm, paid off of checks from yours truely stock market'n
still u see me strugglin, tuggin the margin of hustle'n
bm#1 was insecure didnt want me to do nothin and...
now it's my dollars she cuffin'em but she dont know when the money comin in...
hollerin fussin
if i was a coward or busta i'da 25th hour'd my seed, no disscussin
losin my power to function...lungs fucked blunt smoke really had muffled'em
....damn
just know today u a second away from a motorcade
rolled from those that know ya name...chyea
u seein a reaper when i'm squeezin the heater
i keep it cleaner than leever even tho it's throw'd away
like my, coulda beens in condoms i busted in..how hood is him? askin'em questions what hood he in? problems is doublin...
but i'ma champ just like the hood i'm in...

not feelin that last flow it had mad holes
it was opposite my cash flow
fell off, blow the L off..
fuck u pay me plans fold in some shell toes
mind frame crazy
sick as castro, bricks of hash..yo, i gotta sell off...
my past tho got me well off...life is cold like throws of the dice
and what it's like when they hittin a bad roll,
these is ave scrolls unfolded real nice....
so u should know what it's like
stick up kids loc'n wit knives used to be a thief in disguise
creep in the night, be out cold when it's light
these is the plite of a self made thousanaire(nurr)
i'm loungin hurrbrick boots bottom of the lake hope u found some air
talk to fishes...flounder and wanda there...
i pondered and stared at the screen when i typed
bar's logic shows false prophets deemed in as christno letterman, if u better than i'm coming at ya regiment
a veteran at letterin liteture better than niggaz readin a scripture
what u tellin him? what bullshit is u sellin him?
most of ya topics is irrelevent
big money u never spent....
be around ya friends tellin'em lies u never lived
u niggaz is losing at life....u ruining ties..
throat rapped noosin u guys i'm musically nice
musta got moose in his eyes to say that i'm white
i look like a brown skin mokney suit in his prime
run up on me
u clueless of guys is losing they life....

careless i dare ya to f wit
a gamblin champ got king'd at harrahs
spent a grand on a lamp, wife'd an heiress
been overseas to paris cris sippin on top of a terrace
the space in the back of the crib i'll send ya a mapno more, broke living hard work done paid off i'll end ya like that
hard work had came raw...in this game
u either get slain or have to cut off ya lame paw
cats rappin what they aint saw but real notice me
used to run
dodgin the vice in them plain cars fightin cases they can't solve supposedly
i rode on planes pa...acknowledge my level of knowledge
considered a scholar lou aint stepped a foot in a college
my brain's in mint condition check on the mileage
style is most bitten but no secret...most feel'em and like it

youngsters better drop
lil lames claim to be spittin off top
more like bitten alot my style get picked like locks
cripp'n we was as a lil cuz but big homie has grown up alot
sets and liqour get thrown up alot
real know real, and fake look shook when they surround by us
OG's of tha block...
laxin back blowin a sac thinkin bout scratch
on my lap is a strap, sidetracked
mind lapsin back
to romance and gats,
life was bad imagine that,
produce,
vivid facts spitten and grabbed
by ears listening
been askin for forgiveness
since the date of my christenin'
lord blessin him
just stupid decisions picked
lessons was missin'em...
bred a pimp,walk wit distinct limps where i'm livin
niggaz i'm live...
sensin evil in eyes cuz ya bitch had noticed i'm fly
if u look in my eyes u'd notice i'm high
if u lookin to die then approach us i'm holdin the nine
2 cool of a stroller ta get knocked off, my motionless stride
focused and liked, he 2 high of a roller...
this the life of a sosa...
pardon the culture pants baggy but nice, wrist is ice'd, freetype'd

quicker to type cuz i see linx lurkin
posters uppin my old verses jockin my person
still the kid from the worser carry guns to chruches
young and merciless carried blades by the gums, no burglar
but we snatchd purses laughed at hearses....fuck, i'ma smoke a L...come back and finish